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Chapter Forty-Nine

Motel California

Chapter Song: Touch by Daughter

After handing the taxi driver a huge chunk from the wad of my cash I had in my back pocket, I grabbed my duffle bag and closed the door of the van. The man drove off, the tires creating a cloud of dust on the sandy road. I looked at the motel in front of me. The Motel Glen Capri was lit up in bright neon's. This was where the cross-country team was staying. Stiles informed me before I left. It was in the middle of the desert and the place itself looked deserted. I got a creepy feel just looking at the place; it sent shivers down my spine. The full moon hovering brightly above the building didn't help either. I had wanted to get out of Beacon Hills…not come to some creepy place like this. But I needed Scott and Stiles. I needed someone to help me. It was just around midnight and it seemed as if everyone was in their rooms. Now, which one of these rooms was 213? I lugged myself up the creaky, old stairs and got to the second floor, finally finding 213 close nearby. I knocked on the paint chipped door and waited for an answer. The door swung open seconds later, revealing Stiles. He looked surprised to see me, so something was wrong. He knew I was coming, I'd warned him halfway into the drive when they were almost here. He was surprised about how I looked and how I was holding up. I looked absolutely exhausted, even with sleeping most of the cab ride here. I looked warn out and sad. I just lost my boyfriend, there was no way around it. But on the other hand, he was surprised and proud I even managed to brush my hair this morning.

"Hey." He babied.

"What'd I miss?" I walked into the room trying to fake a normal attitude. It wasn't cutting it. They could hear the sorrow seeping in my words.

"Just going over the suspects Stiles' has." Scott informed, giving me a comforting smile. I didn't return it back. The two

"So who are they?" The boys laid back down on the bed.

"We never really got into it. But there's five."

"Five? You've got five suspects?" Scott gawked.

"Yeah, it's originally ten. Well, nine technically I guess. I had Derek on there twice." I glared at Stiles. The mention of his name ripped me apart.

"Twice?" My brows rose.

"Yes twice! He may have been your boyfriend but I never trusted him!" Past tense. It was killing me.

"Okay so who's number one? Harris?" Scott skeptically asked.

"Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's dead." Stiles exclaimed. Dead. Derek was dead.

"Uh, yeah I guess if you don't look at all the other people who have disappeared then turned up dead two days later." I rolled my eyes.

"So our chemistry teacher is secretly out committing human sacrifices." Scott tried not to laugh at the stupidity.

"I guess that sounded way better in my head." Stiles sighed.

"Well what if it's somebody else from school. Like remember Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people." Oh right, another person in my life who's died.

"Yeah, I mean that was a total surprise." I agreed.

"Excuse me? What? Yes we did I called that from day one actually." Stiles reminded.

"Yeah well nobody listens to you." I shrugged.

"And we never really, seriously thought it was Matt."

"I was serious! I was quite serious, actually. Deadly serious! No one listened to me!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Enough talk about the dead." I quietly pleaded.

"Sorry." Both boys apologized.

"Who were the four?" Scott moved on.

"Derek's sister Cora." Derek.

"Now that idea I agree to." I nodded.

"No one knows anything about her and she's Derek sister." Can we have a codename for Derek? It hurt to much to hear his name.

"And she's a bitch." I reminded.

"Next, your boss."

"My boss?" Scott gasped.

"Deaton?" My eyes glared at Stiles.

"Yes, him. I really don't like the whole obi-wan thing he's got going on, you know? It freaks me out." I was lost. An obi-what?

"Oh my God have you both still not seen Star Wars?" Stiles offending-ly accused.

"I swear if we make it back alive I will watch the movie." Scott promised.

"And I still won't." I pursed my lips. God I just wanted to go to bed.

"It just makes me craz—"

"Last two people. Go." I sighed. Stiles did too. He looked at me for a second to see me staring at the carpet with a sad expression. I couldn't even look him in the eye.

"Lydia and or Katherine." Stiles announced. That caught my attention.

"What?" My brows furrowed. Stiles went and sat back on he bed.

"I'm sorry," He sighed, "you both were totally controlled by Peter and had no idea. So, both of you." I glared at Stiles evilly angry.

"I made it on your suspect list. I can't believe I made it on there. I'm your best friend!" I cried.

"Look what happened a few months ago." He was right, but I'd know if I was killing people or not.

"Well if I am the Darach, be prepared to be the next sacrifice." I hissed. "I'm going downstairs and getting towels for a shower. I better be off that suspect list when I'm back." I marched out of the room, slamming the door behind me. How could I be put on that list? Seriously? I stayed by the door for an extra minute to hear what the boys would say. I could hear them sigh simultaneously.

"Why didn't you tell her you thought that originally?" Scott asked.

"Hello, because she is associated with the problem!" Stiles cried.

"You had to tell her now? She's got enough going on with Derek." Or therefore the lack of. I came here to get out of Beacon Hills and away from the lack of Derek that was depressing me so much. All I was getting was his name ringing in my head. I walked into what this place called a lobby in search of new towels. The small, dilapidated room smelled strongly of cigarettes and mildew. It was stuffy being that the air was left off.

"Hello?" I called. No answer. There was a piece of paper stuck to the window separating the desk from where I was standing

Back at 6 AM, it read. Of course, now where could I get fresh towels? The number 201 was framed on the motel office wall. 201? Was that their ranking in motels in the state? Because in my mind, it'd probably be like 5,829. This place was disgusting. I turned around and almost right in my face was standing Coach Finstock. I yelped and my eyes widened. Could he not be so creepy? He took the silver whistle draped around his neck and placed it in his mouth, blowing it mere centimeters from my face. Wow, okay way to loud. I was going to have hearing damage from that.

"Hemmings! What are you doing here?" He loudly asked. Coach, I was like a foot away!

"Getting towels?" I said in a 'duh' like tone. I began lightly coughing from the amount of dust and lack of air in such a tiny room. That and I probably got Finstock's spit in my mouth.

"No! What are you doing here? Here in this…hotel."

"Coach, I've been on the trip the whole time. Remember? Sat with Stiles and Scott?" I attempted to lie.

"Oh, well, make yourself known next time!" He yelled, blowing the whistle again for emphasis. He walked out. I rolled my eyes, turning around to the front desk to see towels sitting right there. I was now beyond creeped out. I snatched the towels and rushed out of the room and back to my temporary one. When I got back, Scott and Stiles were gone. I had the place to myself, which was fine. Walking into the bathroom with towels in hand, I screamed at the sight in front of me. The towels dropped to the floor. Across the mirror, written in blood were thick letters that spelled out 'killer'.

"You killed Derek." A voice giggled in my ear. "You killed Derek." I now realized, there was blood everywhere. Not only on the mirror, but the floor, ceiling, shower curtail, sink…it covered the room. It was even on my hands. It was dripping from me. I started hyperventilating and backing up until my bare feet slipped on a pile of blood and I went crashing on my ass. After I fell, I looked around to see the room completely clean…well as clean as it had been originally. The 'killer' writing on the mirror was gone. There wasn't blood anywhere. Had I just imagined all that? The last time I had hallucinations like that was when Peter was taking vacancy inside my head, but he was alive now so that wasn't the problem. I was tired. Immediately, I shut the bathroom door and striped of my clothes and got into the shower. To say the water was perfect was a lie. It was lukewarm. It wasn't worth complaining about. But even though it wasn't to hot, I was feeling like I was on fire. Yet I was cold on the outside. My insides were hot. I ran my face under the horribly pressured showerhead and tried to cool myself down.

"Katherine." A voice whispered. I lurched open the shower curtain and peaked my head out. No one was in the room. "Katherine, come find me." The voice taunted. My eyes were wide. The voice was talking to me, who was it? Why did it want me to come find them. I turned off the shower and continued to listen. "Come, Katherine." The voice was compelling. I stepped out of the shower in nothing but a towel and opened the bathroom door to see who was talking out in the room. Once again, I found nobody. The room was empty. I closed the door once more and began breathing heavier. I decided to throw my same old clothes on as I had before and walked out outside the room.

"Follow me, Katherine." The voice commanded. And I did. I followed it and the force that was pulling me all the way to room 212. I opened the door to find the room dark, but Isaac was sitting on the bed. He was shaking. His skin was glistening with sweat and his white shirt was clinging to his muscles. His head was buried in his arms and he was sitting curled up.

"He's here for you. Derek's not here anymore." The demonic voice whispered.

"Isaac." Was I on drugs? Everything felt like it was a dream. His head snapped up and stared at me. He flung himself off the bed.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was shaky. So was his body. He sounded scared.

"He's here. Derek's not. Derek's not here." The voice continued taunting.

"I came here for you." I told him. He looked at me in his strange expression of terror and confusion.

"You're—you're not real." He stammered. He was at the foot of the bed. I walked towards him

"Are you sure?" I cocked my head. He nodded. "Does this feel real?" I whispered, brushing my hand across his arm. Isaac nodded his head once more. "What about this?" I wondered, my hand moving to his face and my lips lightly kissing his. Isaac pushed me into the back wall and pressed his lips hard against mine.

"No more Derek." The voice whispered in my ear. "You've moved on." Why was the voice saying that? I haven't moved on. But, if I hadn't, why was I kissing Isaac? There was no doubt the kiss was heated, but the question was how much more would it get? Just as I thought that, Isaac lurched himself backwards. He curled himself up in a ball and was whimpering with his eyes squeezed shut.

"I can't fix this now. I can't fix this now. Please. I don't want to go back. I don't want to." He quietly cried. Staring past Isaac, a dark shadow of a person crossed over the reflection of the mirror. And when Isaac went to open his eyes again, I was gone. I had disappeared outside and began walking past all the rooms. About six or seven rooms ahead of me I could see the shadowy figure walking hastily. It was a man, he was muscular and his skin looked milky each time he passed under the poorly lit bulbs. All I could see was back, but it was covered in a leather jacket.

Derek?

The two had the same built, the same jacket, and the same hair. It had to be him! He wasn't dead after all! He turned the corner, and I quickened my pace to follow. By the time I had turned the corner, I saw him getting in Scott and Stiles' room. He was looking for them! He was looking for me! My feet carried me faster, and just as the door shut to my room I reopened it and ran inside, the door shutting behind me. The dimly lit room was empty. Seeing no one in it made my heart fall into my stomach. Where was Derek? Tears started welling up in my eyes. I felt like a child lost

"You actually thought it was Derek, didn't you?" A voice laughed from behind me. I turned on my heel, knowing where I've heard that voice before.

She was back.

I thought I had seen the last of her at Lydia's birthday party a few months ago. I thought I'd never see her again, but here she was standing in front of me once more.

"I'm not that easy to get rid of." The double-me giggled. If I had been wearing all black, four-inch patent pumps, and had my hair curled we would have been exact twins. But as for our face, we were the same.

"You're not real." Isaac had said the same thing. But I had been real and the other Katherine was a hallucination. I was sure of it.

"Of course I am. You see me, don't you?"

"No, no it was Derek. Derek was here." She laughed again. Why did I feel so vulnerable in front of her?

"Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but Derek's dead." She oh-so-kindly reminded with spite in her voice.

"He's not."

"I guess watching him fall two stories to his death wasn't enough proof, was it?"

"Get out," I swallowed the lump in my throat, "get out!" I yelled louder.

"Hmmm, I'll pass." She took a few steps towards me and pushed me to the ground. I backed up till my back was against the bed and wrapped my arms around my legs. I wanted to get out of this horrible reality I'm in.

"Awww did that hurt?" Other Katherine pouted her lips sarcastically. "That's about point one of a fraction of what Derek felt when he died." She laughed. She was laughing. "It's not like you helped. You killed him."

"I didn't kill him." I quietly defended.

"You killed him." She smiled. Did I kill him? Was I responsible for his death? All the color in my face drained. I was as pale as a ghost…as pale as Derek's dead body. Five minutes past and my evil hallucination of a twin just walked around, clanking her heels on the horribly dirty carpet I was stupid enough to sit on. In those five minutes, hundreds of thousands of thoughts were flying through my head. I didn't want to be here anymore. It was to hard to live in such a horrible, cruel place like this. Even if I wasn't in Beacon Hills, I couldn't escape it. It followed me everywhere. Maybe it didn't follow Derek into the afterlife.

"Oh honey, you look horrible." Twin-Katherine giggled.

"I don't need a reminder." I mumbled.

"You know, you can be with Derek again." She mentioned. My attention perked up, my eyes darting right to her…me…whoever she was. "If you truly love him, you could be with him again."

"What do you mean?" What was the catch?

"I think you know exactly what I mean." Twin-Katherine smiled and after I looked down for a split second, disappeared. I couldn't help but hyperventilate. I got off from sitting on the ground and began pacing. Soon, I began searching through drawers. Every empty, cob-webbed filled one I opened I slammed shut. I was crying. I hadn't noticed until I felt the stinging behind my eyes. I had searched through every drawer in this damned hotel room until my eyes fell on one of the beds. I rushed over to it and dropped down to the floor, lifting up the sham and jutting my hand into the darkness underneath. My fingers wrapped around the shiny object and pulled it out. It was a knife—a rusty one at that. I find myself standing back up and pacing some more. I'd sit down every few minutes, staring at the old knife, and then I'd start pacing again. I found myself standing in the center of the room, the same place where a somewhat-happy Stiles had stood hours ago.

"He's never coming back. He's dead." The voices wouldn't stop. They continued taunting me. They were whispering in my ear and surrounding me. I didn't want to hear them anymore.

"I am too." I whispered through a silent cry. In the background of the voices in my ears, I could hear a ringing. I could feel a vibration. I wanted it to stop. It was as taunting as the voices. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the source of the vibration—my phone. A picture of a happy Stiles and I flashed across the screen along with his name. He was calling.

I declined it.

And in about ten more seconds, he tried it once more and I declined again. Then I chucked my phone against a wall. You killed him. He's dead. He's not coming back.

"Stop!" I cried. "Stop. Stop. Stop." I clutched the handle of the knife tighter in my hand. I was crying harder then before. My eyes were burning and my vision was hazed.

"Katherine!" Stiles voice sounded muffled. It came from outside. He busted into the room Allison and Lydia on his tail. He stopped on his heels, seeing me the way I was. "Katherine, put it down." Stiles slowly and calmly demanded.

"No." I sadly laughed, still crying. Why couldn't I stop crying? "It's the only way. It's the only way." Scratch that, why couldn't I stop bawling?

"What's the only way?" Stiles asked. His voice was still slow.

"It's the only way to be with Derek." His name hurt to say. Allison and Lydia were watching with parted lips and teary eyes.

"Katherine, you've thought he was gone before."

"It's not the same, Stiles! He's come back! He was never dead, we never saw him actually die before I saw his dead body! He wasn't moving, he wasn't breathing! He's dead! Derek's dead! And I'm going with him!" I tried to stab myself. I tried to. I tried killing myself. But somehow Stiles came charging at me and grabbed the knife out of my hands and I fought him for it. It only ended up cutting my palm and part of my arm. It nicked Stiles' wrist and he finally won the battle. I fell to my knees sobbing.

"Snap out of it!" Stiles yelled.

"No! I want to be with him!" I was bawling so loud I was surprised people downstairs couldn't hear. Moments later, Stiles literally knocked the sense right back into me. He slapped me. Twice. I blinked a few times, clearing the tears from my eyes. I looked down to my hands—slightly bloody and cut up with a bloody knife right beside me on the carpet.

"What did I do? I didn't mean to." I was crying. Again.


"How did you know?" Allison asked Stiles as them and Lydia stood by the door. I was on the floor, hugging my knees tightly. She had just walked back in after trying to find a missing Scott. I pressed my quivering lips against my jeans and tried to not think, but it was almost impossible. I had tried killing myself. I saw that fake evil-twin of mine. For God-sakes, I made out with Isaac! I was going to hell…not like I wasn't before. Apparently, Allison was asking how Stiles knew that I was going to do this. It was like he was psychic.

"Lydia was hearing things. I figured she was too. And after declining two calls, I got the picture."

"We can't leave her alone like this, and we need to find the others." Allison imputed.

"I'm right here you know," I spoke up, "I'm not a five year old needed to be baby sat."

"Oh after that episode, yes you do honey." Lydia remarked.

"I'm fine." I gulped. That was a lie. I was still horribly distraught over the loss of Derek. I stood up. Even with being wobbly on my feet, I put up a good façade.

"You don't have to lie to us."

"Can we just go find the others and get out of here? I thought getting out of Beacon Hills was the best option and now it seems like the worst." And we left the room. We all walked down the stairs fairly quickly.

"I can't find Scott anywhere." Allison alerted. I hadn't been paying much attention to the conversation between her, Stiles, and Lydia. Stiles was talking when I saw it. I was the first to see it, to even smell it. The whole area reeked of gasoline. They all got quiet. Scott was standing near the bus, dripping in gasoline and holding a flare in his hands. His eyes were glued on the ground and an empty gasoline tank sat in a puddle of its own fluid beside his feet. He wore the same, ominous expression I had before.

"Scott." Allison said. We all walked towards him. He was going to kill himself. Just like I had tried to.

"There's no hope." Scott spoke up. He didn't sound like himself.

"What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope." Allison's voice cracked.

"Not for me. Not for Derek." I could feel myself slipping away into that horrible feeling I had before. But instead of staying in it, the current situation I was in snapped me out of it. Scott was going to kill himself. My best friend was going to die.

"Derek wasn't your fault." Allison disagreed.

"He was mine." I admitted.

"Every time I try to fight back it just keeps worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed." Derek got killed.

"Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you. Alright, this is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay? Now—"

"What if it is? What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I can do for everyone else?" I started to tear up. A lump formed in my throat.

"Scott, I can't lose you too." My voice was soft.

"You've lost everyone because of me. It all started that night. The night I got bitten. Do you remember the way it was before that? You, me, and Stiles….we were nothing. We weren't popular, we weren't good at lacrosse, we weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all." Scott was shaking. His speech was sending salty tears rolling down my cheek.

"Scott just listen to me, okay?" Stiles slowly started walking forward, "you're not no one. Okay? You're someone. Scott, you're my best friend. K? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother. Okay, so—" Stiles finally took a step into the pool of gasoline, "if we're going to do this, I think you're going to have to take me with you then." Stiles wrapped his hand around the flare.

"No matter what happened Scott you're still my best friend…my brother. You're going to have to take me too." I joined my two best friends in the pool of gasoline. The smell was making me nauseas. I lastly wrapped my hand around the flare. Stiles look at Scott, then to me, then to the flare. He wrapped both hands around the flare while I kept Scott's hands down. Finally, Stiles chucked it behind him and away from Scott. Scott continued quietly crying, and I squeezed his hand and nodded slowly. A light breeze smack against my face and flew my hair back and the next thing I knew I could hear Lydia screaming 'no' at the top of her lungs. And then I felt my body hit the ground. My eyes were closed but I could hear crackling and feel heat radiating on my body. Something exploded. We were all eerily silent and didn't move until it died down. When I tried to open my eyes, I could feel weight on top of me.

"Allison, I know we just forgave each other and all and I love you, but could you please get off of me before you crush my lungs?" I managed to get out. The girl was a stick but man, I must have been weak. Allison let out a mixture of a cry and laugh. We were all alive. I hadn't looked up to see the damage yet, but all that mattered was that all five of us were moving and breathing.

"Please tell me the bus didn't blow up. It's our only escape route from the psycho institution." I groaned, sitting up and finally seeing the damage…or lack of. The ground was burnt, but thank God the bus was unharmed.

"Is everyone okay?" Scott asked. We all nodded our tear stained faces. Allison and I looked at each other and she engulfed me in a hug. We all collected ourselves and decided that there was no way in hell that we were staying in the motel tonight, so the bus would pass as a temporary hotel room.

Hey, at least it was cleaner than the rooms.

I walked myself on this bus, feeling almost like I was in a dream, and sat myself down in one of the awful vinyl benches. And before passing into a deep sleep, all I could think about was Derek. He was dead, yes, and I was dreadfully devastated about it, but I was thankful for having all the people close to me alive and well.

And even if Derek couldn't make it through, I prayed to God everyone else could. Because God knew, if I lost anyone else I'd lose myself.


"I don't want to know." Thank God, the most annoying voice possible was taking me out of my repeat of Derek's death dream. My eyes inched open and I found my head resting on Stiles' lap. Wait…Stiles didn't have blonde hair. Isaac?! I groggily sat up. Oh boy…I had remembered what I had done last night. I almost didn't want to. But the question was, did Isaac? "I really don't want to know. But incase you missed the announcement, the meets canceled. So, we're heading home. Pack it in. Pack it in!" Finstock yelled. Ethan and Danny piled on the bus while I said a quick 'hi' to Isaac and got up, stretching my stiff back and neck. I walked over towards Stiles and Scott with the most exhausted expression on my face. The sleep was still plastered in my eyes and I was full of regret about last night. They could tell.

"What's with you?"

"Wallowing in depression and regret." I groaned.

"Regret? Derek wasn't your fault, you know—" Scott raised a brow.

"I kiss Isaac. Actually…more like made out but who's counting." I sighed.

"What?" Both of them exclaimed.

"It was when I wasn't myself. I didn't mean to." Another sigh. I took a seat next to Stiles. What was I going to do? Before of thinking of a plan, Ethan came strolling over and sat down next to Scott. I glared at him from behind.

"I don't know what happened last night but I'm pretty sure you saved my life." The attractive gay-alpha began. Wait, something had happened to him too?

"Actually I saved your life. But not that it matters that much, it's minor detail." Stiles rambled on. Ethan didn't care.

"So I'm going to give you something. We're pretty sure Derek's alive." What? Did he just say what I thought he said? No, it wasn't possible. "But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack or Kali goes after him and we kill him. That's the way it works."

"Your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric. Just FYI. " Stiles commented. As Ethan stood up, so did I. I blocked him from getting past me.

"There's a difference between being pretty sure and for sure. Is he alive or not?" I asked him, hope glimmering in my eyes. Ethan's face scrunched up and he bit his lip. "Ethan!" I begged.

"He's alive." He admitted. A firework show started going off in my heart. Aiden brushed past me, but I barely felt it.

"Derek's alive." I whispered. Then I turned my head towards Scott and Stiles. "Derek's alive."

"He's alive." Scott repeated.

"I-I need to go find him. I need to get off this bus. I need to get to Beacon Hills now!" I fumbled to get my phone out of my pocket and pressed the home button. The 'empty battery' symbol came up. I tossed it in Stiles lap with a groan.

"This is the only bus back to Beacon Hills. It'll be four hours, you're going to have to wait." Stiles said. I grabbed a fist full of his shirt and pulled him closer to me.

"Derek's alive, I can't wait on a bus for four hours knowing that!" I growled.

"Maybe we won't hit traffic?" He awkwardly smiled. Derek was alive! That was the only thing repeating in my head. I didn't notice Lydia steal coaches' whistle and blow it into her hand.

"Wolfs bane." She spoke up. I heard this time. I looked to her, seeing the grey powder in her palm.

"So every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus Scott, Isaac, Boyd—

"And Ethan" Lydia added.

"We all inhaled hit." Scott realized.

"You were all poisoned by it." Allison gasped.

"So that's how the darach got in their heads. But what about you? How did that happen to you last night?" Stiles asked me.

"I had a run in with Coach at the front desk. He blew his whistle in my face. Twice." I added.

"You were affected?" Scott's brows furrowed.

"Wolfs bane doesn't affect a human. And if you don't have Peter controlling you anymore…then how?" Stiles wondered. Before saying any more, he grabbed the whistle from Lydia and opened the bus window, chucking Coach's prized possession out.

"Hey, hey, hey! Stilinski!" Finstock yelled. The bus drove away. All my mind was focused on for the next four hours was Derek. He was alive.

"Derek's alive." I whispered.


A little under four hours later we arrived back in Beacon Hills. As we stepped off the bus, I turned to Stiles.

"Give me your keys." I demanded.

"What?"

"Give me your keys!"

"But…"

"Stiles!" He threw them to me. I ran off. I had flung myself into the beat up Jeep and flew out of the parking lot and to Derek's. And once I had reached his apartment parking lot, I was running marathon-speed up to his loft. He had to be here. He had to be! He was alive! Ethan said it himself. He's alive! The elevator had never felt so slow, but once it opened I ran to his door and swung it open. My heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Please let him be there…please. I pulled open the second door.

And there he was, sitting on the edge of his bed.

His eyes met mine.

My eyes widened and I inhaled a breath of air so loud it sounded like a gasp. I found myself running for my life, like Derek was the finish prize to the getting through this hell. I tackled him. I wrapped my arms around him for dear life and continued clinging onto him.

"You're alive. You're alive." I sobbed happily into his chest. This was the first time I thanked God he had a shirt on; it was soaking up my tears. His arms wrapped around my body. And I never felt so safe and relieved. I could feel Derek's lips press against my hair as he ran his hand over my back repeatedly.


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